Remembrance

Is it better to be an onlooker amongst an array of human life or to be a rat in a maze ?
is it better to be a stranger in a crowd or is it better to be alone in a crowd of familiarity ?
Drowning inside yourself as you’re surrounded by people, looking into the eyes that were led astray by the transaction between the two of you.
Being lonely among the lovers.

Is it better to love or die?
Is it okay to feel sad and lost quotidianly ?
How do you know this is the first time of the last time you’ll ever see me and hold me?
Will you hold closely and never let go?
Or you’ve abandoned all hope ?
Brush your fingertips on my sheer skin for the last time ever so slightly or are you too afraid of my everchanging demeanor ?
I’m lost in translation,
Annihilated in diverse interpretations,
Different spectrums of the same emotions.

The roar of the core,
The sea off the shore,
And the last uproar .
All is dull and worthless without the feel of your eyes on mine.
If I’m forgotten then what’s the worst that could happen to me?
Quit, run away.
it’s what you do,
Baby its what you are.
I’ll hold you close and safe within the walls of my crazed heart, and my distraught brain.
I might even give that disarming smile that you always loved ,
but who will love it now?
I’m lost in translation,
Annihilated in diverse interpretations,
Different spectrums of the same emotions.

Mon amour, my Baldur
The dew with the feeling of blue,
The empty overflowing ocean of the season, who’s the reason of our kingdom’s treason ?
The water’s warm but not warmer than my own blood.
Tell me something,
Do you ever see me in your own eyes?
Or was I enough of a mortal to be buried in the depths of your deceit?
Staring into the unceasable abyss of time,
Won’t you look back and smile?
Kiss my hand for one last time; before you go?
Before I unwind all the hidden woe and carry it with myself to bed every night,
Until I see a different version of you again.
I’m lost in translation,
Annihilated in diverse interpretations,
Different spectrums of the same emotions .

See me don’t close your eyes.
Feel me don’t wait for the demise.
The tides, the rides and those unforgettable Brooklyn nights.
Close your eyes just one more time,
Before these memories fade into grime.
Take your pills and remove those rose coloured glasses,
breathe the freedom of the night again without the masses,
Drink up this is the final wake.
Because you and I we were built to ache.
I have been lost for the eternity in translation,
Annihilated by diverse but contradictory interpretations,
Poor spectrums of the same old forgotten emotions .

© By Uttrankshi Shekhawat